Michela Anthony's face was everywhere lately, and it wasn't much of a suprise to her. What confused her was why it was now, almost five years after the accident. An accident. That's what you could call it. She wasn't interested in talking about it, yet there were seven different versions on google, and she didn't say much to anyone, yet they have recent quotes. Her life, it had been quiet for a long time. That was until someone who had left her long ago came home, and decided he wanted more time. Harry.
Michela hadn't much going on, only her mandatory therapy and her PTSD, and maybe her insane mood swings and nightmares that left her scared for days. No one could seem to put up with her, so they had given up. But Harry wasn't very convinced that she was a lost cause.
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Passion || h.s.
Fanfictionpas·sion ˈpaSHən\ noun 1.strong and barely controllable emotion. How far would you go to keep a secret from the one you loved?
